I had arrived in Los Angeles a couple of days ago and had been attending meetings, seeing clients etc. After one particularly long day of meetings I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to chill in my hotel room and order room service. I took a quick shower and promptly ordered room service, expecting it to arrive in forty minutes or so.
I lay back just wrapped in my towel and took in the moment. Very rarely do I get so much time on my own and I wanted to enjoy every second. I took off the towel and looked down at my naked body. I didn't have a bad body with a nice seven inch cock. Thinking I had all the time in the world, I began to touch my cock working my hand up and down my shaft. I started off slow and quickly began to speed up. With endless client meetings and dinners I had not had any opportunity to indulge my sexual needs and so nearly a week's worth of cum was built up in my balls.
I was getting more and more worked up, breathing, moaning, and fingering my ass pushing myself closer and closer to ejaculating. I was so caught up in the moment I didn't hear the knock on the door or indeed the door click open as the waiter carrying my room service walked in. As he walked through the door I began to ejaculate, moaning loudly.
Suddenly, I became very aware of the situation. I was naked, with my cock in my hand, having just cum all over the bed sheets, and the waiter looked on shocked but with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Oh my God!" I shouted, covering myself up.
"Do not worry sir," the waiter said smirking "I'll just put this down here and let you continue."
With that he left and I was left hanging my head in embarrassment, my limp cock looking far less impressive to me now.
I woke up the next day with the scene from last night etched into my mind. I made my way down to breakfast and was determined to move on, but as I turned the corner into the restaurant there he was at the entrance. I couldn't pass by unnoticed and so decided to face it head first.
"Hi, a table for one please."
He looked up and saw it was me. A glimmer of recognition appeared and he had a slight smile on his face.
"Yes of course sir, follow me."
I sat down and then endured a further fifteen minutes in which the waiter barely took his eyes off me. I could not take it any more and so when he headed for the staff area I followed, determined to confront the waiter and end this awkward experience.
"Hey, wait; we need to talk."
The waiter looked around but proceeded to walk into the staff locker room.
"Wait," I yelled as I followed him into the locker room.
"I know you must find it funny to laugh at what you saw, but that does not mean you can stand their staring at me, smirking." The waiter did not reply and after giving me a quick look began to undress in front of me.
"Hey what are you doing, talk to me."
"Look are you going to just stand there or join me?"
I looked at him completely confused.
"Look you don't have to apologise, I liked what I saw and I know you just wanted the attention."
I stood there shocked, just starting to take in what he had just said.
"Now I am naked," and it was true, his very long, black cock was hanging out of his boxer shorts.